"..ear that, 'just not break my hand' he says. What do you think?" Chirrut is talking to his soldier-turned-comfortable-seat, who whimpers when poked. Chirrut grumbles and leaves off jabbing the man with his stick.

"Egh. I suppose we are. Do you think..." He stops, and cocks his head, ear toward the door.

"Um. Are... are you the two who came from Jedha with Captain Andor?" There's a rather bewildered-looking human rebel standing in the doorway, blinking at the pair of them.